Ode To Pazuzu

Wings of disease, trapped in stone

Stone carved from nightmares

Pazuzu, primal egregore of man's suffering

I call your name, and carve your image in my flesh

Lord of plagues, river of the northern winds

You stare at humanity through your glass cage

Brought from Assyria to the city of Lights

Your energy radiating from the Louvre pyramid

A pestilence set out to destroy human life

In a world made of glass and concrete

The flesh is so weak, so easy to corrupt

Ripped by your infected fangs and claws

Lord Pazuzu, spread sickness in the heart of men

Spread fear and terror in the soul of Jehovah's chosen

ones

Feed me through your frozen wild eyes

Now I can bring the sickness in the heart of men